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| [Text in der Originalsprache: english]
I’m not sleeping,
just wonder from inside, with big and astonished eyes, from where it skip, sometimes, a big pearl, steady through my white and thin neck; at belt, the chain tears is wearing down my skin to bone; the hands raised to the sky flickering only to the pale breath of the wind; I brought my soul for you, my good man; I told myself that the word must be not finished and had never been starlight asleep under the empty sky and had never been mirrored today in your sight; look at me, dream blue on me in the fees night, when you was born; I’ll sneak gently under the transparency of your moustache. I’m not sleeping, I’m just imagining that exist from inside with big eyes… by dream fairy
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